To You | Jeon Wonwoo

to you | jeon wonwoo

pairing: wonwoo x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 600

summary: in which you and wonwoo go to bed

a/n: just something to post while i’m writing bigger things. wonwoo i love you if you ever need a thigh to cuddle i got two of them :)

“Do you think I should get a new gaming chair?”

The voice in front of you pulled you away from your book’s pages, your eyes peering over the novel to look at your boyfriend. Wonwoo made a point to let you know that he was incredibly bored, but instead of doing anything about it, he had laid in between your legs and hugged your thigh as if it were a stuffed animal. As endearing as it was, his constant random comments were interrupting your before-bed reading time. 

“You bought that one last year, babe. Unless it’s broken, I think it’s okay,” you told him, watching him nod before nuzzling his face into your inner thigh. You held back a smile, folding the corner of the page you were on before placing your book on the nightstand beside you. Once free, your hands immediately reached out for Wonwoo, one landing on his shoulder while the other ran through with hair. 

“You’re adorable, you know that?” 

Your words made Wonwoo groan, his face once again burying into your thigh. You giggled at his reaction, your hand moving from his hair to his neck, where you gently massaged the tense muscles there. “My adorable little baby.”

“I’m not adorable – or little,” he muttered, lifting his head up to glare up at you. Jeez, he looks like a baby. The urge to grandma-squeeze his cheeks ran through your mind. 

“No, you’re right…. you’re not little. You’re my adorable giant baby. How’s that?”

You noticed Wonwoo try to hold back his smile, his eyebrows furrowing in concentration to not give you the satisfaction of hearing him laugh at your joke. You snorted at the look on his face, patting his neck before leaning back against the headboard. You picked up your book again, but Wonwoo was quick to grab it out of your hands and put it back on the nightstand. Suddenly, you were dragged down to a lying position by your boyfriend before he moved to lay beside you. 

“Time for bed. You have work tomorrow,” he teased, reaching over you to shut the lamp light off. You scoffed, poking his rib cage and hearing him yelp. You cackled, but stopped when he moved to hover over you and his hands began to tickle your sides. You immediately began to beg for forgiveness, Wonwoo giving you a few more jabs before pulling away with a smile. A few moments passed, the pair of you just staring at one another. You had memorized every crevice of his face, every wrinkle around his eyes. He was beautiful. 

“I’m so in love with you,” you admitted quietly, reaching your hand up to brush his hair out of his eyes. It was a bit hard to see in the dark, but the city’s lights gleaming through the window highlighted the small blush growing on Wonwoo’s cheeks. You continued to praise him, slowly getting him to lay down on top of you so you could run your hands up and down his back. Your fingers traced his spine and your lips spilled more words of affirmation that you knew he’d appreciate. Eventually, you felt his heart rate slow and soft breaths escape his lips. His body was slightly slipping off of you, so you maneuvered carefully, moving him to lay beside you with his arm draped across your torso. You mumbled one final bit of praise before pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“I’m in love with you, too,” he mumbled, arm pulling you closer. Soon, sleep began to take over, leaving you and Wonwoo to meet in your dreams.

SMUT WARNING !!!

okay i don’t normally repost things with smut on this account but……….. this one deserved the reblog

first off, i just love wonwoo so much!! and you’re right!! he reminds me of fall too :) the love you described sounded so warm, just like how i feel during autumn

secondly, oh my god the way you describe the season! i live in california for college now but i would give anything to witness another east coast fall season :( it’s the one thing i miss about home. walking to school, leaves crunching beneath my feet, festivals with apple cider and people exchanging their tank-tops and shorts with jeans and jackets… my favorite time of the year </3

this was cute op! also, welcome to caratland :) we’re happy to have you <3

apple cider | j.w.w. 18+

Pairings: jeon wonwoo x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, smut

Warnings: pretty mediocre smut, fingering, unprotected, dumbification, condescending wonwoo

Word Count: 2213

A/N: autumn is right around the corner and I CANT CANT CANT wait to rewatch gilmore girls, reread harry potter, get apple cider+pumpkin pie, walk through the fallen leaves, ect ect hehe I’m so excited!! recently started stanning svt and wonwoo just screams pumpkin spice antique shops small town apple cider dusty books black cats orange leaves candy corn candles thick sweaters :))

The frigid wind nipped at your cheeks, scarf not bundled high enough to fully mask your face, flushed pink from just the short walk.

It was only October, yet the temperatures hinted at what would be an early winter. You didn't mind the cold, though, as it gave you an excuse to wear (steal?) your boyfriend, Wonwoo's, stack of thick sweaters, one of which you were currently sporting beneath a puffy jacket.

Speaking of Wonwoo, you clutched the two steaming cups tighter in your hands, warmth seeping through your gloves and warming frozen fingertips.

You were on your way home from work, two stops on the subway and a ten minute walk to your shared townhouse appartment. The inviting smell of pumpkin pie had lured you away from your usual pathway, however, and you'd found yourself at your town's seasonal farmers market.

Tables piled high with squash of all shapes and sizes, brightly colored apples, and large heads of corn had led you to your favorite stall- the one with fresh apple cider being churned, scent of cinnamon tickling your nose.

So, here you were, two paper cups filled with golden liquid, fallen leaves crunching beneath your feet as you made your way home, a smile hidden beneath layers of knit, a skip in your step. It was beginning to darken out, and rain began to drizzle down, thickening the scent of moss and stone as you walked down the cobbled streets of town.

You had loved autumn ever since you were young, everything from the chilled wind to carved pumpkins, passion following you into adulthood as it was when you'd first met Wonwoo. You'd come to associate the fall season with him, today particularly hard as your heart ached at the littlest things reminding you of him. You picked up pace as the thought of his embrace took over your mind, desperate for his comfort.

It wasn't long before you reached the steps of your small apartment, twisting ivy climbing the brick and fat pumpkins sitting squat on your porch.

You had just set down the cider and were scrambling for your keys when a small black cat darted out from behind the side of the building, meowing. It would have been completely camouflaged in the dark if it weren't for its glowing eyes, illuminated yellow by the street lamps.

"Ah, cutie!" You reached down to scratch under its neck, the cat leaning against your leg, "You wish I were Woo, don't you?"

There were countless stray cats that lived around town, sort of communal pets as everyone took part in caring for them. More often than not they were perched in front of your house, regulars as Wonwoo had a habit of feeding them.

It was a shame your landlord had forbid pets inside the apartment, for both you and Woo had taken a liking to the little black cat. But you supposed it was all okay, as you already had your own kitty at home (one who happened to be six foot and wore thin-rimmed glasses)!

Door hastily unlocked and shoved aside, you felt weight drop from your shoulders as an immediate gust of warmth hit you, smell of home warming your cold heart.

"I'm home," you called out, making silent apologies to the cat as you nudged it aside, shutting the door to escape freezing temperatures.

At the sound of your voice, Wonwoo looked up from where he was sat on the large window seat, thick novel clutched in his large hands. He pushed aside the pillows and blankets he was buried in, adjusting his glasses as he made his way across the living room to you.

"Oh, you look frozen," he frowned, voice husky from being unused for so long, "You know, if you'd just let me pick you up-"

He began to help you unwrap yourself, pulling gently on your scarf as you shrugged off your jacket.

"Noo, I love my walk home, especially now that it's autumn," you grinned, "Though it is awfully cold, you'd think it was December already?"

Garments successfully discarded, Woo pulled you into a hug, warming your face against the thick fabric of his sweater, nose buried in his broad shoulders. A warm hand reached to wrap around yours, other finding purchase in your wind-swept hair, combing out tangles.

"Oh! I almost forgot!"

"Hmm?"

"I got us apple cider from the market," you pointed to the two abandoned paper cups sitting on the counter.

"I already tried it, I couldn't help myself, but it's so good," you bounced on your toes, talk of apple cider making you giddy, "I think it won an award or something? But it's the best I've had ever, seriously."

Wonwoo smiled quietly as you rambled on, eyes lit up. You looked so cute, face flushed from the cold, lashes clung together with water droplets.

Though autumn seemed to typically bring moods down, what with its dramatic contrast from summer's clear skies and humid air, it always seemed to bring yours up. Heightening your jumpy and energetic self, the perfect counterpart to his own calm and quiet.

"Here," you grabbed a cup, shoving it to Woo's face, "I know you don't like sweet tasting things, but try! It's so good."

Humming in response, he brought the flimsy paper to his mouth, taking a hesitant sip.

You were right- it was delicious, thick and gooey like baked apple pie, spicy cinnamon melting across his tongue, spreading warmth to the tips of his fingers.

"Mmm," Wonwoo looked up from his cup, pleasantly surprised, "Thought you were insane but you know what, it's justified,"

You grinned at his response, eyes forming crescents, nothing could get between you and your apparent passion for apple cider.

Cider quickly drank, you joined Wonwoo at his perch on the window seat, snuggling into his body while he resumed his book, absentmindedly stroking your hair. Tension from the long work day melted off your body, stomach fill of rich cider, white noise of rain pattering against panes. You buried your face in his chest, hugging him impossibly tight, feeling the soft rhythm of his heartbeat, scent of dark chocolate and pumpkin spice.

A rumble echoed in Wonwoo's chest as he chuckled, setting down the book to wrap his arms around you.

"You really missed me that much?"

You pouted, looking up at him, "I was gone all day, you didn't miss me?"

Hand to chin, Wonwoo lifted your head to place a peck on your nose.

"All I get is a kiss on the nose," you huffed, mock-angry.

He sighed, moving his hands down to your hips to pull you up atop his lap.

"That needy for my love?"

He tugged on your chin again, this time lips meeting lips, taste of apples and cinnamon.

This kiss was slow, playful, at first, becoming harsher as you reached up, body pressing tight against his. It felt like ages since you'd last been like this- hands gripping hair, chest to chest.

You let out a small noise as his tongue pushed against yours, messy, spit gathering at the corner of your mouth.

Wonwoo's lips left your mouth, trailing down your jawline to suck on your neck, biting just hard enough to leave a mark.

"Of course I missed you, baby," he murmured, deep voice gone gravelly, "So, so, much."

You couldn't help but rut against Wonwoo's lap, wet pooling between your thighs at his strong gaze, eyes lidded behind frames.

The feeling of his cock, hard beneath trousers at all your struggling, had you whimpering, grabby hands pushing off his glasses to discard them by his long-forgotten novel.

"Such a needy baby," he cooed, hands toying with the hem of your pants, "Been wantin' me all day? Couldn't focus on work because you're too focused on the thought of my cock fillin' you up?"

"Mhm, Woo," you nodded eagerly, earning a laugh.

"All worked up for me, huh, baby."

Gripping your pants, he slowly pulled down to reveal black panties, damp spot turning fabric darker.

You let out a mewl as his long fingers pressed gently against the flimsy fabric, petting softly.

"Please," you begged, hips bucking, "Miss you so bad."

Wonwoo hummed, drawing aside panties and pushing his fingers into your pussy, sound of your whines going straight to his dick.

Hands gripped fistfuls of his sweater as he curled his thick fingers inside you, all while rubbing light circles on your clit, painfully slow.

You cried out as the pleasure built, hips grinding down on his hands in an attempt to quicken his pace.

"Ahh," Wonwoo grinned at the tears in your eyes, "Can barely take my fingers, how you 'gonna take my cock?"

"Ah! 'Woo," you whimpered, body shaking as the pressure came to a tipping point, brain short-circuiting as his fingers pressed at your sensitive spot. Body unwinding, breathing hard as you felt yourself unwind, electric currents jolting through veins and zapping fingers, toes. High pitched tone as white squirted from your cunt, coating Woo's fingers, making a sticky mess all over his pants.

"Ah, look what you've done," he scolded softly, tugging off his pants, "Have to get rid of them now."

Your eyes widened at the outline of his dick against boxers, stomach swooping. You'd taken Wonwoo's cock many times before, yet every time you wondered if it'd even fit, wondered if your cunt would even stretch that big.

"S'big," you mumbled, not realizing you'd said it aloud until he replied.

"And you're gonna take it like a good girl for me, huh?"

Placing a hand on your stomach to push you onto your back, he tugged off your panties, (his) sweater, and bra, palming himself at your perked nipples.

Helping him remove his own sweater, your eyes fluttered at the sight of his bare body, thick biceps and toned stomach, fabric no longer teasing what lay underneath.

Wonwoo forced apart your thighs, groaning at the sight of your puffy cunt, arousal leaking out.

"Pussy so needy for me, can barely go a day without a fat cock fillin' you up."

You cried in response, whining his name, fingers clawing at his big arms.

"Need you, Woo," you babbled, "Need your cock inside me."

He bent down to place a kiss against your forehead, removing his dick from boxers, tip dribbling precum and swollen an angry red.

"Ready, baby?"

He placed the head against your core, your chest rising and falling rapidly, lips bitten raw as he bottomed out, slowly pushing into you.

Stars shot behind your eyelids as his tip pressed against your g-spot, lips parted in a moan.

You could barely take his whole cock, too thick for your small cunt, every throbbing vein sending your brain into a haze.

"So tiny," Wonwoo cooed, placing his hand on the bulge in your stomach before starting to move, thrusting deep and hard.

"S'too big," you cried, cunt clenching around him, body shaking from the stimulation as he pounded into you, cock dragging against your walls.

The force of his strong body drove you hard into the cushions, hands clawing for purchase on the plush fabric, desperate for anything to ground you.

Your thighs shook at the slapping of skin against skin, the wet sound of your warm pussy struggling to take him in.

Woo grunted, "What happened to taking my cock like a good girl? Too big for you? Gonna misbehave?"

"N-No- I," you were cut off by a moan, back arching as he fucked into you, eyes blown out wide beneath teary lashes.

"Fuck, baby," he swore, the image of your tiny body under him shaking, almost unable to take him, sent blood rushing to his dick, thrusts getting impossibly harsher, deeper, sloppier.

Wonwoo could tell he was slowly losing you, brain unable to string simple words together, vision turning fuzzy and mind blank with nothing but pure pleasure.

"My dumb little baby," he whispered, "Thinking of nothin' but my cock."

Bringing his lips to meet your nipple, tongue flicking the bud as his fingers pinched the other, the feeling of his wet, pink lips causing your voice to raise.

He could tell you were close, the way your pussy squeezed him in, clenching uncontrollably, body at the peak of what it could handle.

Licking his lips, he pressed a finger against your clit, rubbing harshly.

"Mm, baby, look at me," he raised his head to make eye contact, your eyes struggling to focus, dizzy.

"I-Woo-" you mewled.

"Shhh, shhh. I know, baby, I know," he tucked a strand of loose hair behind your ear as your eyes rolled back, mouth parted in high pitched moans and cunt clamping down.

Your hips jerked into him as you came, coating his dick with your release, cum spilling out as he fucked you through your orgasm.

Wonwoo cursed, pulling out as he reached his own high, releasing ropes of sticky cum, splattering against your tits, dripping down your stomach.

The sound of heavy breathing replaced moans and whines, the two of you laying together as you rode out the last of your highs.

Wonwoo smiled at your sleepy expression, eyes lidded and lips swollen.

"Hope you miss me this much tomorrow, baby," he murmured.

Hey! Could you write a y/n fic about going to a bookstore cafe with Wonwoo for the first date? Maybe a walk along the park after that and a little kissing in front of the apartment door at the end? 🥺

fireproof | jeon wonwoo

pairing: wonwoo x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none 

word count: 2321

summary: in which you and wonwoo go on your first date

a/n: sorry this took so long omg... i just wanted to write the perfect fic for my first request!!! i hope you enjoy it anon <3 feel free to request more in the future btw! i loved your request <333 (also this is not at all proofread you have been warned)

“To have and to hold, where even death cannot part us. In this life and the next, for however long our souls remain, mine will always find yours. Those are my vows to you.”

“Romance, hm? I didn’t pin you as the type to enjoy that genre.”

The voice behind you gently pulled you from your book’s world, a small smile already gracing your lips as you turned back to face the owner. There, your date, Wonwoo, stood with a tote bag draped over his shoulder. He wore a grey cardigan, along with a pair of dark-wash jeans and the black Converse he’s been wearing since freshman year of college. You noticed he had styled his hair out of his face, a boost to your ego, really, because it meant he wanted to look good for you. You had once told him that he looked handsome with his hair out of his face, and it seemed like he got the message. 

“Romance is only a subgenre of this series, Jeon. There’s action, heartbreak, monsters–”

“Spoilers! I thought you brought that for me to read!” Wonwoo whined playfully, moving to take a seat in the chair across from you. He hung his tote bag on the back of the chair before pulling out a book. He placed it on the table, hands covering the front cover before you could see it. “Before you make fun of me, I want you to know that this book was recommended to me by Joshua, so if you want to make fun of anyone, make sure it’s him.”

“But surely you enjoyed it, if you’re recommending it to me? So you have to get some teasing as well, you know,” you stated, the seemingly permanent smile on your face keeping you from sounding serious. You shut the book in your hand, placing it on the table before leaning forward. “You’ve intrigued me now. What is it? The Fault in Our Stars? 50 Shades of Grey?” 

“God, no. But… you’re not far off, I guess,” Wonwoo trailed off, resting back against his chair as his hands moved from the book. You glanced down at the bright red cover, a small chuckle escaping your lips. Me Before You by Jojo Moyes. 

“Wonwoo…”

“I said not to make fun of me!”

“I didn’t even say anything yet! I just… I can’t believe you brought me my mom’s favorite book.”

Wonwoo groaned, moving to grab the book back. You reached out quickly, hand covering his own as you stared at him. “Don’t! I’m sorry, I was just teasing,” you reassured, squeezing his hand gently. Both of your cheeks were warm, but neither of you made a move to pull away. “I actually really loved the movie for this. It made me cry, like, a lot.” 

“Well, maybe that’s a good thing,” he shrugged, eyes glancing down at your hands. His fingers itched to lace themselves with yours, but he held back the urge. Do people hold hands on first dates? He couldn’t remember first date etiquette. “If you cried for the movie, you’ll already know what to expect and won’t cry again.”

“I like crying, though,” you admitted, Wonwoo’s eyes looking up to meet yours. “I don’t cry often about the things in my life, so when a movie or a book makes me cry, it feels nice.”

Wonwoo blinked. You sighed, an airy chuckle escaping your lips as you pulled your hand away from his. “Sorry, that was–that was weird to say. I sounded like a psychopath, geez.”

“No, you’re um… you’re good. I don’t cry often either. Don’t think you’re weird or anything.”

The pair of you shot smiles towards each other, you nodding your head as you leaned back in your seat. 

“Right… thanks.” You grabbed your own book, holding it up for him to see, “Um, this is probably my favorite book ever. It’s called These Violent Delights, by Chloe Gong. Two gangs in Shanghai, fighting for dominance. The heirs love each other but circumstances keep them apart… it’s a series, actually. And, it’s um… inspired by Romeo and Juliet. I think I remember you saying you like Shakespere?”

Wonwoo thought for a second, trying to think of when he told you that. Suddenly it clicked. Two years ago, in your shared Photography class, you and Wonwoo were partnered for a beginning of the semester project. You had to learn about each other through photos, and share those photos to the class so everyone could get to know each other. Wonwoo took pictures of your cats, your daily coffee orders, and your messily organized desk, while you took pictures of his roomates, his cardigans, and his books. He had a bookshelf full of books, ranging from nonfiction to children picture books. He let you borrow a book, once, for your English project. It was Romeo and Juliet, and the pages were covered with annotations and notes from Wonwoo. You brought up his love for Shakespere one day at the school’s cafe, where you had found him reading A Midsummer Night’s Dream in the corner with a hot chocolate in front of him. 

“I just like how he writes things. Especially love.” 

“I can’t believe you remember that,” he mumbled, but you managed to hear it. Your cheeks became even warmer, nearly threatening to burn your skin (at least, that’s how being around Wonwoo made you felt; on fire).

“I tend to remember things about people I like, so…” you let out. You laughed awkwardly before standing up and grabbing your wallet from your own tote bag. “I’m going to order coffee. What would you like?”

Wonwoo raised a brow at your sudden nervousness, unable to hold back the cocky smile now on his lips. He shook his head at your words, standing up himself and grabbing his own wallet. “I’ll buy the coffee. Still drink Iced Americanos? One pump of chocolate syrup and extra ice, right?”

Your arms fell to your sides, staring at Wonwoo with a look he couldn’t decipher. The last time Wonwoo asked for your coffee order was your senior year of college, after one long morning when you regrettably told Wonwoo you’d join him at the gym. That was four years ago. 

“You remembered?” you asked, voice soft and vulnerable. Wonwoo’s smile turned soft, his head nodding. 

“I tend to remember things about people I like,” he repeated your words. “Go ahead and start reading. I’ll order our drinks,” he said, switching the books around on the table so Me Before You was now in front of your chair. You watched as he looked at you once more before heading to the front counter of the cafe. Slowly, you sat down, eyes lingering on your date for a few more moments. With one final smile, you shook your head and picked up the book, eyes finding scribbled notes on the first page. 

Can I dedicate books that aren’t mine to people? Why not? 

To Y/N. Thank you for agreeing to going on this date with me. I hope you enjoy this love story as much as I did. 

P.S. I can see you smiling. Keep that smile under control or I might end up falling harder for you. 

Your date with Wonwoo went on for another three hours, the pair of you switching from reading your books to having conversations about everything and nothing. You had to admit, you were a bit sad that it seemed as if the date was coming to an end. Wonwoo was throwing away your trash, and you packed away Wonwoo’s book in your bag while grabbing the one you recommended him, holding it to your chest as you waited for him to come back. You couldn’t help but smile at him, watching as he nearly tripped over someone’s bag and apologized profusely, even though no damage had been done. He scratched the back of his neck bashfully as he approached you. 

“I–”

“This date–”

You both paused, laughing at the overlap of your words. Wonwoo held his hand out, gesturing for you to speak first. You took the book in your hand, pressing it gently against his chest. 

“This date was fun, Wonwoo. I’m happy you asked me to come,” you stated, moving your hand back once he had a grip on the book. “I’ll admit, I’m a little disappointed that it’s over.”

“That’s what I was going to say,” he admitted. “I was going to say that I… um, I know a park not too far from here. Maybe a couple blocks down that way,” he pointed his arm out. “We could walk for a bit, then maybe I could drop you off at your apartment? If you’d like?”

So you and Wonwoo made your way to the nearest park, books away and attention on each other and the beautiful scenery. Seoul in Summer was one of the prettiest sights you’ve ever seen, and you were happy to be witnessing it with Wonwoo. He had taken his cardigan off, revealing a white t-shirt that made his arms look a little too bad for your mental health. You chuckled at your thoughts, gaining Wonwoo’s attention quickly. 

“Something funny?”

“No–no, I’m just… really happy.” 

Your words brought another blush to Wonwoo’s face. His shoulders brushed against yours, your hands threatening to touch as you moved closer to him to get out of a runner’s way. 

“I’m glad. I’m happy too.” 

You hadn’t noticed, but Wonwoo was staring down at you, eyes gleaming and smile beaming. You truly did look happy, Wonwoo thought, observing the crinkles of your eyes and the permanent smile you held. As he continued to watch you, he didn’t notice the child biking down his side of the sidewalk. Your eyes widened, grabbing Wonwoo’s hand and pulling him to your side. The sudden movement caused Wonwoo to crash in to you, your arms quickly wrapping around his torso to prevent him from falling over. Once you had both regained balance, you look at each other with similar shocked expressions. 

“Nearly fell for me, huh?” you broke the silence with a teasing grin, watching Wonwoo’s face scrunch up as he laughed. You stepped back, your arms now on your side. Wonwoo was quick to prevent you from getting too far, his hand finding yours with ease. 

“Nearly have,” he grinned back, suddenly stepping towards you to be close once again. “Is this okay?” he asked, eyes glancing down at your joined hands. You bit back a smile at his sudden quiet voice, nodding at the man. He nodded back, pulling you with him gently to resume your walk back to your apartment. Unfortunately, your apartment wasn’t too far from the park, the rest of the walk only taking five minutes. As you approached your apartment building, you couldn’t shake away the familiar feeling of disappointment once again. You didn’t want to let Wonwoo go just yet, but after spending nearly four hours together, you knew it was time to say goodbye. The sun was beginning to set, and Seoul’s quiet atmosphere was soon beginning to change into its infamous, youthful nightlife. 

“This is me,” you told him, stopping in front of the doors of the building you lived in. You attempted to pull your hand back, but Wonwoo only held on tighter. His eyes were glued to the concrete floor, his Adam's apple bobbing as he gulped. 

“I want to see you again,” he began, his thumb now softly caressing your hand. “Soon. Like… tomorrow? We can go to this cat cafe by my place, then maybe… maybe you could come over and we could watch a movie? Avengers?”

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips at his suggestion. You nodded soon after, watching the brightest smile spread across Wonwoo’s face. “My cats won’t be too happy about me cheating on them, but maybe the scent will go away after I spend time at your place.”

“So… that’s a yes, then? I don’t want to seem desperate, but I really like you, Y/N. In fact, I’ve liked you since our freshman year and when you agreed to go out with me I was so nervous. I searched for hours through my library to find a book that I thought would be perfect for you, and I thought I was going to have a panic attack but I remembered that you read The Hating Game once so I assumed you like cheesy romance novels, and I–”

You stepped forward, your free hand placing itself on the back of Wonwoo’s neck as you leaned forward to press your lips to his. The first kiss was messy, teeth clashing from Wonwoo being caught of guard. You pulled away, but Wonwoo didn’t let you get too far before he grabbed your hips and pulled you against him. Your lips met once again, this time the kiss being less rushed and more pleasant. After a few seconds, you both pulled back, foreheads resting against each other and deep breaths leaving your lips. You grinned, and Wonwoo brought his hand up to the back of your neck. He caressed your skin gently, eyes meeting yours.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Wonwoo. Same time as today?” you questioned, feeling him nod. You both pulled back, with you leaning forward once again to press a quick kiss to the corner of his lips before turning around and heading into your apartment building. As you disappeared through the doors, Wonwoo sighed, his hand moving up to ghost over his lips. 

Wonwoo prayed for the first time in a while when he got back home, begging whoever was listening to not let your romance end in a tragedy. He may love Shakespeare, but the man certainly didn’t write happy endings. However, a part of Wonwoo believed that your romance would be one of happiness. He prayed once more before getting ready for his night-in, thinking about seeing you tomorrow with a smile on his face.

wahshsh i saw your reblog, you wrote the sweetest letter omg >//< sending crunchy leaves and spicy apple cider your way <33

hehehe thank you <33 it really was a good fic :3

knees - iu

oh won :( the urge to hug him has never been greater. i’m so proud of him for releasing that cover, and telling carats about his feelings. there are moments where i find myself worrying about him, but the members’ comments under his weverse post reassured me that he has the greatest people to take care of him when he’s not happy. his weverse post was written so beautifully. let’s meet in our dreams, wonwoo. carat loves you and will take care of your sadness alongside seventeen <3

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